Having achieved the desired outcome, Fan Wubing didn't linger in Changning City. After bidding farewell to Pei Weiyi, he set off with Zhuge Hong towards the Taiyin Continent.
Suspended in mid-air above Changning City, Fan Wubing paused slightly and looked towards a certain spot in the city.
Beside him, Zhuge Hong keenly noticed the master's unusual behavior and followed his gaze. Even from the sky, it was evident that it was a luxurious manor.
"Master, what place is that?"
Fan Wubing shook his head, "It's nothing."
Zhuge Hong laughed and said, "It must be a memorable place; otherwise, how could you have that look in your eyes."
"What look?" Fan Wubing turned his head and stared at her steadily.
Zhuge Hong thought for a moment, then cheerfully said,
"Longing, yearning!"
"What do you know, talking nonsense." Fan Wubing flicked his sleeve, a surge of energy roiling up, carrying them swiftly towards the horizon.
